I knew there was something wrong when I had to force myself to sit down and write about you
There was something wrong when I didn’t have the overwhelming urge to write about your eyes
and how they reflected a rain forest after it rains
I knew something didn’t quite fit the picture then.
Maybe, I was too swept up in the moment.
But in retrospect, it is when im swept up in the moment that I want to write
I would have fallen in love with the way your hands snaked around my body
or how your eyes darkened like an ocean during a storm; when you were a breath away from me
or the way you kissed me; with the intensity of a hurricane sweeping up everything in its path.
But the only thing I seemed to love,
was the way you fell in love with me.
I fell in love and wrote about the way you loved me with your whole heart.
Even if it lasted for a while, you loved with the size of the sun
And that’s what I fell in love with it.
I fell in love with the way you held my hand as we walked
and the way you pulled me close to your body for a hug, and didn’t let go.
I fell in love when you sang to me
and told me about the moon.
I fell in love with you falling in love with me.